Page 7 of Ruby
“Good,” he scoffs. “You’d look dumb and desperate, anyway.”
I pull in a slow breath. I need to drop this idiot. Why did I go out with him to begin with? I wrack my brain. They’ve all started to bleed together in my mind.
That’s right. He’s the nephew of… someone. I never bother finding out who they are anymore, though I only sleep with the ones I’m attracted to.
I’ve wrested some semblance of control from my mother.
I haven’t had sex with this current idiot, thankfully, so there’s no chance of videos circulating. Not that I haven’t had plenty of mainstream scenes that left little to the imagination.
He tries to make a pass, pawing at one of my breasts, like I’ve thought it into being, but I move off the bar stool.
Maybe I’m being hasty.
I walk to the other side of the apartment to give me time to think it over before I tell him off. I don’t come up with one. Well, except that if I break up with this one, it will just be another person in an endless string of people using me as I use them.
Not to mention she’ll just send someone else my way.
“Always the tease,” he grumbles at me.
He looks wounded. As if sex was something he’s owed. And not even because he bought me dinner, the asshole.
I’ve had plenty of those sorts of creeps in my life and he’s somehow ranking worse.
There’s no need to keep this one around, I decide. I think back to my phone call right before my nap. Mother already has her eyes set on a new person. Might as well bail on this guy and get some peace.
“You can’t even pick up food for someone else.” I tell him. “You aren’t boyfriend material.”
He scoffs. “Whiney cunt. Everyone knows you open your legs for anything that moves.”
“Well, that must say a lot if you can’t meet my famously low standards,” I slap back.
His fists clench and I wonder if I’ve taken things too far. He didn’t seem like the hitting type, but I wonder if I’ve missed the signs.
“You’ll regret it,” he seethes instead of physically lashing out.
My body relaxes back into the Bitch when he confirms my instinct.
I let out a laugh. “I’ve heard all of it before. Just get out.”
He goes back to the coffee table and angrily gathers up his samples. He doesn’t bother to clean up the food mess.
He slams the door behind him, and I click the deadbolts into place. I watch the lobby monitor until I see him move past the key card protections.
I’ll feel better when he exits, but he takes the opportunity to livestream in the lobby. I don’t care what he’s saying, so I don’t turn on the monitor volume. And of course I’d never support his channel by watching it.
He must have had a lot of pent up frustration because he just keeps going on and on. I let out a yawn and go to fill a wine glass.
It starts off as a reasonable serving, but the more I glance up to see his outraged gesticulating in front of his phone, the bigger the pour gets.
I’m sick of all the fools.
I take a gulp and when I lower the glass he finally leaves. Good riddance.
It’s dark out as I go out on my small balcony to enjoy the night breeze. There’s jasmine in the air from a neighbor’s planter and a deep breath of it helps soothe some of the rough edges of my mood.
I settle on to my outdoor chair, tucking my legs under me, then take another gulp.
Is it time for a new career? I’ve been at this since I was a child and never liked it. Not a single damn moment. The culture is soul crushing.
